Living In The Lights

Jazzie- a big pop star- has to choose between the British flirt, Harry Styles-known for being a player; and the Irish and adorable, Niall Horan- known for having quite the potty mouth. And maybe another member of the band that's crushing on her. She contemplates choosing neither of them, but once her double-crush is out in the open, she has no choice, but to choose.


14. Forgive Me?

Jazzie's POV.
Niall just told me that he loved me. Quick, what do I say?! Should I say I love him back? I don't know if I'm at that point yet. But if I don't say it back, it's gonna make things awkward. But, if I do say it... ugh, I don't wanna lie. I'm not sure if I do, or not. I have no idea how long I was comprehending what he said. "I-I'm sorry." He said. He put his head in his hands. "No! It's okay. I-I don't know..." I didn't know what to say! "I love you too." His head perked up when I said this. He looked so happy; his smile was gorgeous. He walked over to me and pulled me into one of his Horan hugs. When he pulled away, he kissed me. Okay, I was definitely sure now, "I love you." I told him, now that I was positive. "Haha, I know." He smiled and kissed me again.
Niall's POV.
She said she loved me! This is the happiest moment of my life! After she told me, I was too happy for words. I just went over and kissed her- she was mine; I would protect her, forever.
Harry's POV.
I was wondering where Niall was. He left a few hours ago, but hasn't come back yet. Well, I guess he needed to comfort Jazzie. I feel awful, I never expected her to react like that. I just wanted to show her that she wasn't everything; but she is. She is my everything, and I was too big of a jerk to realize it. And now she's gone; she's with Niall now, and I can't change that.
Liam's POV.
I called Niall, but he hasn't answered. We have a rehearsal in an hour, and it's really important. We're going on tour in a couple weeks, and we need to practice. Hopefully, he hasn't forgotten, and he's told Jazzie- cause that would be a big bomb to drop at the last minute.
Louis' POV.
Niall's been gone for a while. I wonder what him and Jazzie are doing for so long... *wink* *wink* Get it Niall!
Zayn's POV.
I'm still really tired.
Jazzie's POV.
After making out for a while, (haha) Niall and I cuddled up on the couch, and watched a bunch of those cute, sappy, love story, movies. I usually hate those, but since I was in love, I didn't mind. All of a sudden, my phone rang- it was Harry. Oh, great. "I'll be right back." I told Niall. I kissed him real quick and got up. "Hello?" I said, after I answered the phone. "Uh, hey... Jazzie." He sounded nervous. "Hey, Harry." Awkward. "Um, I just wanted to apologize for--" I cut him off. "For what, Harry? You didn't do anything wrong, okay. You have nothing to be sorry for." I was speaking in a calm tone, but it may have come across as irritated. "I-I just thought... Well, you threw up; that was my fault." Ugh, I can't explain this whole 'getting it out' thing to him. He won't understand. But, it's nice that he felt bad about what he did- I mean, he could have just been a jerk about it, but he wasn't. "It's okay, Harry. I'm not mad, or anything." The other end was silent. He suddenly spoke up, "But, could you at least say you forgive me? Because, I'm really sorry, and it would make me feel a lot better if you forgave me." I couldn't help but smile. "Okay, Harry, I forgive you." I could feel him smile on the other end. "Thanks, Jazzie." Niall might be suspicious by now, so I've got to wrap this up. "Okay, Harry, I have to go." I was about to hang up. "Wait! Liam said that Niall needs to come back... to the hotel... It's... important." He said, sorta unsure. Like he was choosing his words carefully. "Okay, I'll tell him. Bye Harry." I laughed a little. "Bye, Jazzie." I hung up and went to tell Niall. "Hey, Niall, Liam wants you back at the hotel. He says its important... Are you crying?!" His eyes were teared up, we were watching The Notebook. "No! I just yawned!" He wiped his eyes. "Yeah, of course you did." I said sarcastically. "It's true!" He protested. "Okay, okay. But Liam really wants you at the hotel." He stood up, and hugged me. "I'll call you later, okay? I love you. He kissed me forehead. "Love you too." I blushed a little. Oh, how I love this boy. "Bye." He said as he opened the door. "Bye." I didn't want him to leave.
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